User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-26024035-20160423175145

Finally, the trio of crewbeasts seemed alone. Rugnatt and Asrin exchanged glances, and the searat smiled, throwing a comradely paw over Scurvin's shoulder. "Stay wirrus a bit longer, mate? We're night watch. C'n get real borin' out 'ere."